“How's that, sweetheart?” Kurt purred, lips curling up at the corners in a grin of pure, wicked satisfaction as he dug his thumbs in and Blaine immediately squirmed beneath his touch.

“Oh God!” he moaned, biting his tongue against the pain. “Too much! It's…it's too much!”

“Oh, poor baby,” Kurt teased, refusing to let up. “Does that mean you want me to…”

“No! Don't stop!” Blaine begged. “Please!”

Kurt chuckled, delighting in Blaine's suffering. He obliged his sub's whims, and Blaine grit his teeth as his Dom dug in harder. “Yes! Yes! Right there!” Blaine whimpered. “Right there, just…don't stop! Don't stop!”

“I won't, baby,” Kurt promised, moving faster, circling harder, working at tense muscle until it became pliant under his fingers. He grabbed the plastic flip top bottle beside him, slicked up his fingers, and went back at his sub for more.

“You may want to hold your breath for this one, sweetheart,” Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, “because it's really going to hurt this time.”

“Oh, God,” Blaine gasped, sucking in a breath and holding it, not sure this was what he wanted. But he'd asked for it. He'd been begging for it. And, want it or not, Kurt didn't give him the chance to second guess. But the moment Kurt's hands assaulted him again, Blaine knew he should never have had any doubts.

Kurt knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch him, exactly how to manipulate his body to the greatest effect.

“Yes!” Blaine screamed, biting into the strap on his wrist to muffle his cries. Everything within him succumbed to Kurt, to his Dom, his lover, his friend. This was the gift that was Kurt. This was the talent he had, the power he wielded over Blaine. All that was tension inside Blaine relaxed, the pain passing the boundary into pleasure, until Blaine felt euphoric, and free to move again. “Oh, God, Kurt,” Blaine mumbled through labored breaths. “That was…that was incredible. Thank you for that.”

“No problem, sweetheart. It was my pleasure.” Kurt patted Blaine's sore shoulder gently, and kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed his bottle of baby oil, wiped it down, and slipped it back into his pocket. Blaine moved his arm around carefully, forward and back, making sure he was good to go skating again.

“Okay, you guys ready to roll?” Blaine asked, glancing over at the four Hudson kids, all waiting in their skates and safety gear on the park grass for Blaine to be done; then at Dave and Adam, the couple staring back at their two friends with mixed expressions – Dave's of mild discomfort, and Adam's of amusement.

“Can't you two do anything without it sounding sexual?” Dave asked, climbing unsteadily to his feet. His rollerblades slid back and forth, back and forth, and he almost dropped to the dirt.

“I think you already know the answer to that one,” Kurt chuckled, watching Adam help Dave to his feet and find his ground. Kurt stood and gave Blaine an arm up, taking a moment to go back over Blaine's safety gear, re-tightening his knee and elbow pads, and re-adjusting his wrist guards, running a finger over the beautiful bite marks Blaine had made in the leather. He put Blaine's helmet back on his head, and swatted him on the butt. “Now, get your ass going. And do me a favor.”

“What's that, love?” Blaine looped his arms around Kurt's waist, resisting the urge to squeeze Kurt's ass in front of the kids.

“No more playing Ice Capades with the girls. I don't think your shoulders can take it.”